The Faded Ruin

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The Faded Ruin

The mud sucked at my boots with a wet, viscous sound. I was bleeding. I could feel the warmth of it soaking through the wool of my trousers, a dark tide rising in the left leg. Around me, the factory floor was a landscape of twisted iron and shattered glass. Sparks rained from the ceiling, dancing like angry fireflies in the thick smoke. I was alone. The others were gone. I did not look for...

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